Sunday, May 26, 2013

Aesop Visits America

Aesop Visits America
(Can you guess which one is the (almost) real two millennium old fable?)

Donkey in the Lion's Skin

Donkey wished to be seen as the leader of the herd. He therefore found and donned a lion's pelt. When the other animals saw him, they respectfully stepped back or fearfully hid. But when he brayed out his orders for them, they recognized his voice and told him he was even more of an ass than he was before. The elephants said they did not notice the difference and asked for the return of the lion's skin.




Elephant at the Watering Hole


Elephant approached the watering hole where many animals were gathered. As they drank, the pool  noticeably shrank and some of the smaller animals could no longer reach from the edge of the depression down to the surface of the water.  Elephant flourished his trunk and remarked he could fetch the water and deliver it closer to them. The animals stepped aside and Elephant took a huge draining gulp. Then he pissed out a voluminous puddle at his rear feet.




The Sheep Rebel


The Sheep were finally fed up with their lowly station and poor treatment. They were fleeced of their warm coats and slaughtered for stew. They were not even invited to the afternoon tea party. But they did not know how to mount an effective campaign to demand changes. So they hired the Foxes to advise them. The Foxes brought in the Wolves as known problem solvers and soon the (remaining) Sheep had no further complaints.




Dogs and Wolves


Dogs had served as guardians and keepers of the peace for many years. But some animals insinuated that it was hard to tell them apart from Wolves, both in appearance and manner. The more often these comments were repeated, the more truth they seemed to breed, for the Dogs became more irritated. The meek dogs cowed by the criticism quit the force and the aggressive dogs joined the wolfpack. The chattering Monkeys replaced the Dogs as investigators and reporters of real and imagined infractions. Hard to say if anybody noticed. Wasn't it the monkeys who started the dog-wolf rumors?




The Octopus


The animals selected Octopus to be the arbitrator of their disputes. The sessions wherein they would meet with Octopus were both dramatic and confusing as his writhing tentacles seemed to wave independently in unpredictable directions while the unblinking eyes in his head offered little insight to his thoughts. But, by whatever method Octopus employed, when he tallied up the consensus of his appendages and his head and inked his decisions, that was what all the animals lived by. Many still thought his opinions were wrong or strange, but they would live by them until the next time they had an opportunity to argue with (or in front of) the Octopus.


The Chameleon

Chameleon decided to run for office and campaigned actively amongst all the animals. He blanched his skin when he talked to the sheep and darkened to meet with the crows. He donned stripes and spots with each such change of audience. His popularity soared in the polls. The week before the voting, his opponent and he appeared on a televised debate. Unfortunately, with the diversity of the broadcast audience, Chameleon did not know which suit to wear. Nobody recognized him at the debate and thought he had dropped out of the race. His opponent won in a landslide.


  Beaver and the Stone Dam

Beaver had served as the Water Commissioner for many years. His dams and weirs were sturdy, integrated, and dependable in controlling the flow of the river and the rain through drought and storm. But one day, a flock of migrating geese arrived with tales of an immense dam built of stone that they had seen. Man, they told the animals, built such dams which were stronger and larger than any Beaver had ever attempted. The monkeys repeated the geese's tale, even after they had left to continue their migration. The animals felt that they could surely do anything Man could and even remarked upon the similarity of Man and Monkey. They fired Beaver and tore up his works to make room for a new stone dam. But, in fact, they did not know Man's secret of concrete and they could not build a Man dam. The rains washed them out of the valley the next spring.

Bears and Bulls

Bears and Bulls would trade anything. Most of the items which they swapped never had any useful function either to the bears or the bulls, although many other animals were eager to possess and use them. For their trading, the things were merely token – the more worthless, the faster the trades were made. In their eagerness to make the biggest and most elaborate deals, the traders gathered to themselves more and more items, depriving the other animals of their actual value. When the animals asked for some to use, the prices increased exorbitantly. Eventually the Bears and Bulls had almost everything for which they had no use and the rest had not enough to meet their needs.


Sunday, May 19, 2013

Things to Do

Things to Do (circa 1970)

“Make a list,” I said to me,
  “Of things to be done immediately,”
And having so said I made a note
  To find some paper on which I wrote.

I labeled the paper, “Things to Do”
  And then I thought of one thing, then of two,
Then seven, ten, and twenty-three and more,
  Faster than I could write down the score.

I scribbled across the page into the borders;
  I made notes in the margins and all of the corners.
And then I looked down at this mess of words
  And strolling to bed, I decided, “Work is for the birds.”


Sunday, May 12, 2013

Office Ruba'iyat

Office Ruba'iyat
(verses I-XXI)

I
Boot! For the coffee to drive sleep away
Brews in ritual to prepare the day;
Tis time to resume the suspended tasks,
Ne’er finished from the piles of yesterday.

II
Before the workday alarm sounded again,
While drowsing in bed where I still was lain,
I thought of why to rise from comfort there
And to commute to earn my daily grain.

III
And, as that electronic Cock did crow,
By worn habit, I made ready to go
In routines honed by the repetition
That mindless muscles and creaking joints know.

IV
Now the New Day begins same as the last,
Indistinctly from all those which have passed;
Years and decades trodden on this known path
To where my career deeds have been amassed.

V
Some indeed have gone, not to return there,
With new ones to fill the desks they left bare.
Their duties remain and reports are due,
Now the jobs for the next promoted heir.

VI
And, old and new, arrives each employee
Piping out their cries of “Coffee! Coffee!
Hot coffee!” – black, sweet, creamy and/or both –
They yearn for the roasted fruit of the tree.

VII
Come, fill the Cup, and let the labor start.
Delve for that data and fill up that chart.
The timeclock is ticking once I punch in
And there are hours to go ere I depart.

VIII
Whether a mocha or a hazelnut treat,
With creamer for white and crystals for sweet,
The elixir soon does its morning trick
And today’s monotony I can meet.


IX
Each Morn a thousand chores brings, they say;
Nine hundred three done by the end of day
With more atop my backlog to ignore
Until the next thousand add to the fray.

X
Well, let them lay there! What more can I do?
This darn computer is as slow as glue
And soon ad hoc requests will be forgot
To pass unanswered from the turmoil’s view.

XI
With me nestled in cubicle alone
Armed with a steaming mugful of my own,
I build the tome to tell each year’s tale
From what data is recorded and known.

XII
A Book of Facts and Figures should suffice
To get the answers and support advice
As we through the Wilderness forge our way;
Authorized truth, if not Paradise!

XIII
Some work for the now in this World; and some
Await promised Retirement to come;
Ah, but to take my paycheck, less the tax,
And worry not of a future too glum.

XIV
Look to cycling Nature upon her wheel,
Pedaling against Time’s persistent peal.
Nothing started but that it pauses and stops,
To restart from leftovers of the last meal.

XV
And those who composed the latest report,
That, if read, has a useful life so short,
Must soon return to the traveled treadmill
To produce the update of the same sort.

XVI
The dreams of careers from our bygone youth
Wither away – or not; that is the truth.
Whatever we do as our lives grow longer
Has power to disappoint or to soothe.


XVII
Think, in these environs repetitious
Whose clockwork ever grinds so pernicious,
How the lowest and the highest both pass
With no regards to how much ambitious.

XVIII
They say the State Library there still keeps
The copies of old reports in their heaps.
And those archives will chronicle forever
Our works long after our eternal sleeps.

XIX
I sometimes think nothing arises so fresh
That beneath it we could not find some flesh
Of another who planted seed long ago
Whose work then with that now did so enmesh.


XX
And for this not-so-novel, there is due
More credit to the past than to the new.
So though you gather acclaim for it all,
Expect the next author will forget you.

XXI
Ah, fill my Cup again and back to work.
No eternity not reason to shirk
That which I can do here and now despite
Wherever it goes in tomorrow’s murk




Sunday, May 5, 2013

The Tree Frog

The Tree Frog (circa 1968, editted)

The tree frog perched in the tree outside my window,
Chirping about treasure at the end of the rainbow.
“Silly tree frog, what do you know about gold and riches?
“Silly man, what do you know about angels and witches?”

“Maybe there is gold under rainbows and you're right;
And maybe 'it is always darkest before the light'.
But maybe, silly frog, you're just can't see the reality,
An optimist who won't see the world's growing mortality.”

“No, conceited man, you pessimist, are living in unreality,
Who can't see through the deaths the increasing natality.
Each baby born may be the saviour of your world;
The one to see the international peace flag unfurled.”

“No, ridiculous frog, man knows love but not mankind!”
“No, blind man, all mankind wants peace, you will find!”
“No, ignoramus frog, I want peace, but I am the only one!”
But he started to argue back, so I shot him with my gun.